I once read a European science fiction story called Plutoday It had nothing to do with the "planet" Pluto.

A young man has a one night stand with a very attractive upper class young woman. As they part, he asks, "When can I see you again?"

As she darts out the door, she airily calls, "I will meet you here on Plutoday."

After much investigation, he discovers that the wealthy, upper-class secret rulers of the world have an extra day of the week that the rest of us poor schleps don't get. The lady, not all that bright, thought the young man was a member of her class. He spends the rest of the story trying to figure out how he can access Pluto (plutocrat) day, but never solves the puzzle and never finds the girl that he had lost.

Just tell the other doctors that you will cover Plutoday for them. It is fairly obvious that at least some of your colleagues are intelligence-challenged; you might be able to pull it off.

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